| Ultimately the air Is bare sunlight where must be found The lyric valuables —George Oppen A few surprising turns follow us everywhere. I was shopping for something to replace what I once felt. Weren’t there buildings there where we once lived, fully furnished and looking out on the sea? Didn’t we distill from neighbors the necessary codes and gestures? At the core we were all traipse and meander, governed by fill in the blank. But it was here, the ramshackle Cape Cod with rattling shutters eaten away then revived, mended and painted over. It takes just a scent of sea spray to bring back the once was: skimpy, the bikini, the beach, the conversation, the veil of summer, skimpy the engine that chugs toward love, skimpy the cover of the universe. Thanks to this fragrance we can sit under our favorite cedar, or picture the old dreaded barber shop. Now I want my hair touched, and my cheek. I want the salt rubbed out with a handkerchief. Copyright © 2016 Ira Sadoff. Used with permission of the author. |
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